While we were at the mall,
Tracy wanted to have an Iced cappuccino,
So being the nice gentleman that I am,
I said, “Suuurreeeeee. No problem.”

So I checked how much money I got in my wallet,
And I noticed some piece of paper, I did not recognize.

“Hey what is this?” I said out loud.
I opened it, and it was
A phone number,
with a girl’s name written below it.

So there I was, shocked and bewildered,
Now why would I have a girl’s phone number,
In my wallet, without me knowing who it was,
or how it got there.

Tracy, at this point, laughing hysterically,
giving me a hard time.

I said,
“I swear I don’t know who this is, and how it got here.”

Then I tried thinking.
Hard.
Very hard.

Where and when was the last time I was alone?
Was I drunk? Impossible.
I don’t drink anymore.
Was I drugged?
Maybe I got date raped?
How come I don’t remember?
Well, where the hell did that number came from?

This time, I am pissed.

So Tracy and I agreed that we’ll call the number when we get home.
Fine.
I would love to know who it was too.

So we called the number,
And all we got was a machine recording.
It was a guy.

Now I am even more puzzled and confused.
I have a guy’s number in my wallet.
Oh no!!!!
Even worse.

Maybe I did get date raped? Oh no!
Suddenly I felt the urge to shower.
And scrub hard.
Very hard.

We did not leave a message, but I did try to call it over and over again,
trying to remember who’s voice it was.

Nope. Tyrone has no clue.

So, I went to the 411.ca web site and did a reverse lookup.
I type down the number and a name and an address showed up.

An Asian name.
Who lives downtown.
I still have no clue.

Then Tracy said,
“Hey didn’t that Asian people who used to cut your hair is located in that area downtown?”

“That’s right!!! They closed their business and gave me their number if ever
they would open up a new one.”

That’s right!!!!!!!!!
Now I remember.

Now Tracy is laughing even more hysterically.
She said.
“I am just giving you a hard time, I knew you wouldn’t be stupid enough
to flip that phone number in front of me.”
Plus, You can’t have any other woman.
You don’t have the time.”

You know what.
It’s true.
But I don’t really mean to.
No plans on having another woman.

Or man for that matter.